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tampered2006-12-12 03:48 pm
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[ Ongoing ] Muraki, Oriya - Neighbors!
When; Now?
Rating; G-PG.. these ARE Muraki and Oriya after all..
Characters; Muraki Kazutaka[![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roy_de_epee] and Miibu Oriya [kyotodollmaster]
Summary; The neighbors finally pay each other a proper visit..
Comments; Tracking thread, post as comments instead of replies!
Log;
Would you rather I visit and sully up your mats-- if that wasn't a cause for Oriya to march right in there and give him a well-deserved kick, nothing was. Really, what was Muraki thinking? He paused, though. It wasn't as though Muraki didn't think before acting out his strangely deluded plots, but it wasn't as though many of them were useful. And a frown settled on his face as he closed the door to his house, and then headed out next door, where Muraki lived. He didn't like disturbing Muraki hen he was at work, occasionally dropping by when he could, but other than that, he had begun his secret work. Useful people who wished to be used and those that could be made a profit of.
He would never change. He didn't expect Muraki to.
It had been long since he'd allowed himself to feel anything for the man who wouldn't give him a second thought, and then, realising Ukyo's feelings.. he couldn't exactly interfere in a place he had no permission being in. While it wasn't fair, he was still.. assured, somehow. That things would be alright.
Moving a hand to the door handle, Oriya pushed it open and stepped in, his long kimono trailing behind him as he entered.
"This'd better not give me another grey hair." he murmured to himself, moving a hand to his long auburn hair and combing it back as he closed the door behind him. He had questions, but they could wait.
"You don't waste any time, do you, Muraki."
Or might as well start them now, indirectly.. he'd been watching his friend, and he didn't quite understand what his motives were, here..
Rating; G-PG.. these ARE Muraki and Oriya after all..
Characters; Muraki Kazutaka[
roy_de_epee] and Miibu Oriya [kyotodollmaster]Summary; The neighbors finally pay each other a proper visit..
Comments; Tracking thread, post as comments instead of replies!
Log;
Would you rather I visit and sully up your mats-- if that wasn't a cause for Oriya to march right in there and give him a well-deserved kick, nothing was. Really, what was Muraki thinking? He paused, though. It wasn't as though Muraki didn't think before acting out his strangely deluded plots, but it wasn't as though many of them were useful. And a frown settled on his face as he closed the door to his house, and then headed out next door, where Muraki lived. He didn't like disturbing Muraki hen he was at work, occasionally dropping by when he could, but other than that, he had begun his secret work. Useful people who wished to be used and those that could be made a profit of.
He would never change. He didn't expect Muraki to.
It had been long since he'd allowed himself to feel anything for the man who wouldn't give him a second thought, and then, realising Ukyo's feelings.. he couldn't exactly interfere in a place he had no permission being in. While it wasn't fair, he was still.. assured, somehow. That things would be alright.
Moving a hand to the door handle, Oriya pushed it open and stepped in, his long kimono trailing behind him as he entered.
"This'd better not give me another grey hair." he murmured to himself, moving a hand to his long auburn hair and combing it back as he closed the door behind him. He had questions, but they could wait.
"You don't waste any time, do you, Muraki."
Or might as well start them now, indirectly.. he'd been watching his friend, and he didn't quite understand what his motives were, here..